[RZA]Ayo, from the Temples of Tibet, to the pyramids of KimetThe genelect intellect, it connects every root of civilizationWe symbolize nations and pitimize the creationDesigned to wire station, peep the wise architechtWhat's up son, I told ya'll, Protect Ya NeckThat was back in Born Three, born understanding, and my shit is expandingAiyo worldwide exclusiveWe got the Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah, puzzled like a jigsawMy man J-Love, comin' down from the heavens aboveAbout to splash ya muthafuckas with a phat ass mixtapeYou can't escape, it's like a date rapeI might bust that grape, with the apple head, if your legs get spreadIf your ears open to the size of a cymbalYo, check it out, I got buckwild rhymin' styleMost niggas that cannot resambleBut you use to be, a bad muthafucka, but can't fuck with meAnd you, you used to be, a dope M.C.And you, used to be, a pretty ass bitchAnd you, used to be a live ass playerAnd you, used to be, on some ol' buckwild shitBut you fell victim to the devil, to the C-Cypher Punks and all that shitAnd you just walking around with your muthafuckin' head in cloud nine and shitIt's the Birth of a Prince! Aim for the nigga born like me, ever sinceTwo thousand B.C., be happy when ya'll see meI'm the G to the O, to the O, to the digga-digga-digga DPhat ass...